It was really a small porridge shop, with a wooden cart that could be pushed at will, and a black plank on top of it, which was now filled with black dishes, and the inside was steaming (hot).

But Luo Qingshui and Yan Jinyu could only watch from a distance, because there were too many people in front of them.

Most of them were ragged beggars, just desperately trying to beg for a mouthful of porridge to drink, so they naturally became disgusted when they saw that the two of them were neatly dressed and came to grab food from them.

The soup kitchen is the owner of the porridge shop next door, and the porridge in the morning can't be sold until the evening is not delicious, not so much as a waste, he might as well send the little two in the store to take out the alms to the poor to satisfy their hunger, which can be regarded as a good thing.

At this moment, a child who looks to be about 14 or 5 years old is scooping porridge from a wooden bucket for these wolf-like beggars.

"Don't worry, don't worry, be careful of scalding, porridge is there, take your time, take your time. The child smiled, and the bowl and spoon in his hand never slowed down.

"Brother Jinyu, this porridge seems to look very good from the way it is eaten!" Luo Qingshui smelled the aroma wafting from afar, ((lick tiǎn)tiǎn) and ((lick tiǎn)tiǎn) his lips.

The aroma of vegetables mixed with the aroma of rice came together, making the stomach rumble again. Only this time, it was Yan Jinyu's stomach that was cooing.

"Well, let's go and line up!" he sighed, and the two of them lined up behind the beggars' group (身shēn), trying to fish in troubled waters, rubbing two mouthfuls of porridge to drink.

There were fewer and fewer beggars in front of me, and I saw that they were already lined up.

The young man who was originally bowing his head to serve porridge suddenly raised his head, and his little face was full of surprise.

"The two of you are from out of town, and our porridge shop will not do business after midnight every morning. The child blinked, and he seemed to notice that the two men in front of him were different from the beggars, explained.

Yan Jinyu's face turned red, and the child mistakenly thought that the two of them were here to buy porridge, but they didn't know that they were just here to eat and drink for nothing. He is also the prince of today, and he will be reduced to drinking the porridge that others give to beggars on the street, and I don't know what my father will think.

If it were Yan Jinyu himself, he would never take a sip even if he starved to death. But now he just thought about it, and didn't take this matter to heart, who made Luo Qingshui want to drink? As long as Luo Qingshui wanted it, even if it was the moon in the sky, he would take it off and give it to Luo Qingshui.

"This little friend, we first came to Guibaodi, and smelled the aroma of this porridge, which seemed to be different from ordinary people's porridge, so we were very curious, since we can't sell porridge, I don't know if you can let us taste it?" Yan Jinyu didn't show their original intentions, and followed the porridge shop children's train of thought, otherwise they would be too embarrassed to be embarrassed by the Tianshan faction.

"No!" the child replied directly, without leaving any face.

Geng Zhiyan Jinyu's face instantly became extremely ugly.

"It was possible, but unfortunately you didn't have any porridge. The child blinked, and turned the small barrel sideways, and it was empty, except for some scraps of vegetable leaves

on the wall.

"That's a pity, it's a pity. Yan Jinyu showed a very regretful expression, as if he was really looking for incense.

Now that the porridge was gone, the two of them had to squeeze out of the beggars.

"Brother Jinyu, Brother Jinyu, I'm hungry, I'm hungry. Luo Qingshui pursed her lips aggrievedly, she couldn't eat a big meal, she couldn't even drink porridge at the moment, she was about to cry aggrievedly.

"Alas, we were unlucky, and the porridge was delivered just when we arrived. Yan Jinyu was at a loss, and she didn't know how to safely protect Luo Qingshui, so she had to sigh.

"I don't care, I don't care, I'm going to drink porridge. Suddenly, her eyes were fixed on the distance, and an old beggar in rags was sitting on the ruined wall around the corner, quietly holding a porridge bowl and blowing and bringing it to his mouth.

Luo Qingshui ((舔tiǎn)tiǎn) (舔tiǎn)tiǎn) has dry lips and looks straight out. Yan Jinyu also noticed where his gaze was, and also looked at the old beggar.

The old beggar looked to be in his sixties, and had a goatee of varying lengths. The beard is gray, but the roots of the beard are still black. A pair of small round eyes, the demeanor looks very lazy, as if he has just woken up.

Yan Jinyu was still wondering why Luo Qingshui was staring at an old beggar, and suddenly found that in the next second, Luo Qingshui on the side of (body shēn) had already turned into a cyan (body shēn) shadow and rushed over.

"It's broken!" Yan Jinyu screamed in her heart that it was not good, and hurriedly chased after her.

But it was already late, Luo Qingshui had already rushed to the old beggar with a strong step, and reached out to grab the porridge in his hand.

The old beggar seemed to hear the movement in front of him, he raised his head, and the moment he looked up, a jade hand had already rushed towards the porridge bowl in his hand.

The old beggar was also quite agile, he jumped up from the ground like a disturbed rabbit, the porridge bowl in his hand was tightly grasped in his hand, and a few drops of white liquid splashed out with the violent shaking of his body, and he actually had time to turn in the air (身shēn) and put the splashed liquid in his tongue ((lick tiǎn) tiǎn.

"Oops, it's good that it's not wasted, it's not wasted. The old beggar clenched the bowl in his hand and smashed his mouth, as if he was still savoring the taste of porridge in his mouth.

Luo Qingshui jumped into the air and stood still, his eyes still staring at the porridge in the old beggar's hand.

Yan Jinyu wanted to stop Luo Qingshui, but she didn't expect the old beggar to defuse Luo Qingshui's attack so easily, and everyone else was stupid and stunned for a while.

"Hey, I said you little doll, what do you mean, come up and grab my porridge to drink?" After the old beggar stood still, he looked at the little girl in front of him, and he was not angry.

"Give me the porridge!" Luo Qingshui's eyes turned red sharply, and she took another step forward, the fragrance of the porridge made her blood gush and her brain was congested!

"Hey, where did the little brute cow come from?" the old beggar sighed softly.

He looked at the green phantom in front of him, and with only a slight leap under his feet, he jumped up to a height of more than a foot, and he jumped lightly on the raised wall, once again dodging Luo Qingshui's attack.

Yan Jinyu finally saw that this old beggar was also one

An immortal cultivator!

But the bowl in his hand was rubbed down by Luo Qingshui's hand, and the porridge bowl poured out in an instant, and the porridge with white flowers flew all over the sky, and it was really difficult to save the gods now.

"Bump!", the saucer shattered into pieces on the ground, and the porridge spilled all over the floor.

Luo Qingshui and the old beggar landed at the same time, and at the same time stunned to look at the porridge that had been spilled on the ground, and their faces invariably showed a look of regret (情qíng).

"Ahhh

"You're a beggar!" Luo Qingshui was a little angry, she had read a lot of villain books, and she naturally knew that it was a bad idea to play a classic character like a beggar.

"You even rob a beggar's porridge, what are you not a beggar?" cried the old beggar justifiably.

"Wouldn't it be so much if you gave it to me earlier?" Luo Qingshui was not to be outdone, and also put all the blame on the old beggar's (body shēn).

"Hey, you little girl is really interesting, you rob me of my lunch and now you are still blaming me, aren't you?" the old beggar became interested, and a smile appeared on his face.

"I, I'm hungry!" Luo Qingshui didn't know how to justify, and sold it nonsense.

"This old gentleman, we are from Tiandu City, we lost our purse on the way, so we have no money to eat, my sister is not sensible, she is too hungry to be like this, please don't be surprised by the old gentleman. Yan Jinyu clasped her hands together and bowed to the old beggar to apologize.

"Yo, you little doll is a little funny, and you are so respectful to me as a beggar. The old beggar changed sides, and looked at Yan Jinyu with interest.

"Everyone is a child of the Great Xia Dynasty, there is no difference between expensive (cheap jiàn) jiàn), plus Mr. is old than us, it is right to respect you. Yan Jinyu still replied politely.

"For the sake of being so polite as you little doll, I'll take you to dinner, and it just so happens that the old man is hungry too. The old beggar smiled and extended his hand to greet them.

"Does the old gentleman mean to invite us to dinner?" Yan Jinyu felt that the sun was about to come out in the west, and it was enough nonsense for him to come to rub the soup that was given to him today, and there were still beggars who wanted to invite him to dinner.

"Alas, tsk. The old beggar stretched out a finger and shook it, "Don't call for please, I'm just taking you to eat with me, aren't you just hungry?"

"Okay, okay, finally have something to eat!" Luo Qingshui became happy again.

In her eyes, happiness seems to be very simple, only if there is food, you can be happy.

"By the way, don't call me old man, I have no name or surname, I have been a beggar for thirty-seven years, and my peers all call me a seven duke, you just call me seven dukes. Qigong smiled, he looked a little kind at this moment.

"Qigong is good!" Luo Qingshui shouted sweetly, as long as he can take her to a big meal, it is no problem to call him father.

"Seven, seven is good. Yan Jinyu always felt a little awkward, but she still screamed.

The beggars around were busy drinking porridge and returning bowls, so no one noticed the small commotion, and Qigong cleaned up the remains of the porcelain bowls and waved at them.

"You all look like immortal cultivators, right?" Qigong walked slowly, chatting with each other.

"It's a ...... for us"

"We are disciples of the Aquila Sect. ”

Luo Qingshui just wanted to say that they were disciples of the Tianshan Sect, Yan Jinyu hurriedly said, he said nonsense, the name Tianying always felt that he had heard it somewhere, so he said it casually. He still felt that they were really embarrassed by the Tianshan faction like this.

"Oh, disciples of the Heavenly Eagle Sect!" Qigong glanced at them meaningfully.

(End of chapter)